Date: Mon, 28 May 2012 19:30:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Macout Mann
Subject: AGE OF WANTONNESS 12
This is a sexually oriented fantasy set in the future. The author does not
condone the activities depicted. He only describes what might occur, given
the premises upon which the story is based. Skittish readers should use
caution. Minors should move on. Sexual activity is explicitly detailed.
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AGE OF WANTONNESS
by Macout Mann
Chapter 12
July 7. Monday. The country returns to normal.
Mike and his fellows are on afternoon break, and Mike is doing what he does
best, when a cop interrupts the action. "Mike Crane?" he inquires.
"So?"
"Come with me, motherfucker. You're wanted downtown."
They go not to the police station but to the Justice Building. Mike waits
in a paneled office, until a man he'd once seen at Anything Goes comes in.
"Hello," he says. "I'm Zachary Weston, the prosecuting attorney. I'd like
to ask you a few questions."
Mike again relates the whole story, bit by bit.
"Can you identify this `Sister Jane?'" he is asked.
"I do think so," he answers.
"The police will contact you about that," Weston says.
"Have you fucked this Susannah?" he continues.
"Fuck, I've sure as hell wanted to. But like I told you, I said at the
beginning I wouldn't do anything she didn't want to do, and she hasn't
said...yet. I think we're getting there, though. I'd have loved to be the
one to take her cherry."
"Tell me..." The lawyer continues with more questions.
It's almost quitting time, when Mike is returned to the jobsite. He
immediately becomes the butt of the other guys' ridicule.
"What did the cops want with ya?" one asks. "They need a new chicken down
at headquarters?"
"Nah. Probably found out he'd raped some four-year-old," another chimes
in.
"Sure as hell he wouldn't be the victim. If somebody tried to rape him,
he'd just yell `pound me harder!'"
"I was the savior of the victim," Mike proudly says.
"Now he's trying to be the chief Pilgrim," Maury Bennet teases.
"You need to put your dick where your mouth is, motherfucker," Mike
retorts.
"If I could do that," Maury says, "I wouldn't need to put it where your
mouth is."
Josh, Malcolm, and a couple of other boys are working out at the gym.
Gotta keep in shape during vacation. They were naked, except for
jockstraps. Gotta protect the family jewels.
"I can't get over the fun we had with your folks," Malcolm says.
"Yeah. I can't believe my Mom. She was a different person all right."
"What'd yall do?" another boy asked.
"Played Spin with my folks and a couple of guys we'd met at the beach,"
Josh answers. "First time I'd ever fucked my dad. It was wanton."
"First time I'd ever fucked an adult dude," Malcolm adds.
"Shit," the fourth boy interjects, "I been fuckin' my dad ever since I
could cum. I think he likes to take it more than give it."
"Your mamma and that Jack dude really made a pair," Malcolm tells Josh.
"Yeah, and I'd never even seen her having sex before. Both of those dudes
were sexy motherfuckers, though. Built and hung."
"How old were they?" the fourth boy asks.
"Probably in their twenties," Josh says. "They were twins. Me and Malcolm
first met 'em on the beach. We were sporting boners, so they sucked us and
we sucked them. Mom and Dad got with them later."
"Yall have got me hot, talking about this shit," the fourth boy announces.
"Who wants to eat this mother?"
Mike and Susannah are lying in bed. For the fourth time, he goes over his
meeting with the prosecutor. She seems to be warming to the idea of
putting Jacob behind bars.
"You're nice," she says.
"You're delicious," he says. He kisses her passionately, letting his
tongue wander around her oral cavity, and then he sucks on each breast, and
slowly licks his way down to her nest. He tastes the object of his desire,
lapping up her juices and nibbling her clitoris.
"That feels so good," she pants.
"You don't know what really feels good, sweetheart."
"Not yet," she cautions.
They switch positions. She gains confidence sucking his rigid organ. It
begins to feel natural as she bobs up and down, faster and faster, until he
releases a flood of his essence into her waiting throat. She's beginning
to love the taste.
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